Gratitude for grace. via /r/gratitude

I am grateful for the leaving, though it came with pain. Grateful for the empty space that has been left, for it teaches me the weight of what was there. Grateful too for the friend who checks in, their presence an answer to a prayer. Sleep is poor, 3 hours, and not well at that. Haven’t slept well in days. Shadows under eyes that I’m struggling to keep open. Still, there is grace, unearned and abundant, for the missteps of a younger self. Everyone is giving me grace. I’m so grateful for all the people I’ve wronged, because they stayed their truth self, good. Grateful for all those that guide me back. I see now the patterns I wove, and in the seeing, I unweave them.

My spirit is low, but I am grateful for its weight, every burden is also a teacher. I want a hug, I’m grateful for the thought of one yet to come, grateful for the memory of those already given. Gratitude is keeping depression at bay, I’m grateful for it.